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THE BEACON
It was a beacon in the storm tossed dark
for those who went by sea
the light shown bright through darkest night
and it shown best for me
I was like a ship who'd lost it's way
and could not find the shore
strong winds kept blowing me off course
far from the beacons door
My deck was old and warn with age
my flag was limp and torn
and sorrow stalked me all my days
it seems since I was born
But some where off the rugged shore,
I heard a whistle blow
and I knew that I'd been saved
it led me to a harbor safe
through endless gentle waves
I climbed off the deck and onto dry land
and bade my crew farewell
for a golden light had guided me
and I was saved from hell
Now Jesus is my guiding light
he leads me each new day
for He died upon a horrid cross
and through this, he paved the way
No more am I widly tossed about
like a ship whose gone off course
for it is Him who loves me so
he is my only source
Just give your hand to Him
the one who loves you best
and you'll find solace in the night
so board the ship with God's own crew
and sail away to light
